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Hiding
,
sneaking
,
lying
—
just
to
get
a
few
tons
of
ore
or
coal
or
copper
.
They
haven
’
t
lifted
their
regulations
off
my
raw
materials
.
They
know
that
I
’
m
pouring
more
Metal
than
the
quotas
they
give
me
could
produce
.
They
don
’
t
care
.
"
He
added
,
"
They
think
I
do
.
"
"
Tired
,
Hank
?
"
"
Bored
to
death
.
"
There
was
a
time
,
she
thought
,
when
his
mind
,
his
energy
,
his
inexhaustible
resourcefulness
had
been
given
to
the
task
of
a
producer
devising
better
ways
to
deal
with
nature
;
now
,
they
were
switched
to
the
task
of
a
criminal
outwitting
men
.
She
wondered
how
long
a
man
could
endure
a
change
of
that
kind
.
"
It
’
s
becoming
almost
impossible
to
get
iron
ore
,
"
he
said
indifferently
,
then
added
,
his
voice
suddenly
alive
,
"
Now
it
’
s
going
to
be
completely
impossible
to
get
copper
.
"
He
was
grinning
.
She
wondered
how
long
a
man
could
continue
to
work
against
himself
,
to
work
when
his
deepest
desire
was
not
to
succeed
,
but
to
fail
.
She
understood
the
connection
of
his
thoughts
when
he
said
,
"
I
’
ve
never
told
you
,
but
I
’
ve
met
Ragnar
Danneskjold
.
"
"
He
told
me
.
"
